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[evileidolons]

I posted 4,556 times in 2022

That's 4,510 more posts than 2021!

43 posts created (1%)

4,513 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ felwinterpeak

@ enlightenedrobot

@ wiihtigo

@ newgameplus

I tagged 257 of my posts in 2022

#goncharov - 3 posts

#this post has everything - 2 posts

#fuck you - 2 posts

#i cant have it in the players inventory for fear of them accessing it and fucking something up - 2 posts

#so everytime certain progressions are made theres a character that doesnt exist and an item that doesnt exist gets put in their inventory - 2 posts

#seen this story many times now and everytime i read it all the way through - 2 posts

#yes - 2 posts

#im making a point and click and its much easier to check for inventory item than to make progress checks - 2 posts

#his name is jim - 2 posts

#my art - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#although i was obsessed with the barbie princess and the pauper soundtrack but i dont know if that changed me as much as like. amplified me

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Marvin was the worlds first gay homophobe

63 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#4

i dont keep up with shows and im bad at remembering things so when i saw a bunch of text posts of people calling the corinthian hot i thought yall were talking about the bitch from ghostbusters

didnt even think twice i just assumed he was the new sexyman

80 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

#3

they were wild for yassifying him in the musical

91 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

#2

mid 20s young man with no discernible skills other than talking good who can barely drive joins with a prodigy psychic and through fun wacky events solves crimes and changes various villainlike people to be good. gets canceled for a bit but ends up fine in the end. is supposed to take care of the psychic to an extent but they end up saving his ass at least once. he's gay with one of the redeemed bad guys who joins him as a colleague after his redemption. said former bad guy is Way more qualified for the job than he is.

2,552 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

marina heard a song that fucked so severely she shook out of the reins of a lifetime of propaganda and escaped the heavily militaristic society that she built her life as a child soldier around, and literally climbed a mountain.

and then fell in love with the first girl she saw

love wins <3

8,448 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

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[olderthannetfic]

Honestly, instead of (only) blaming the author… I'd rather like to ask: What the fuck was the publisher thinking? And where the fucking was the sensitivity reader? I constantly see talks about sensitivity readers for books with controversial and historical and cultural content, especially it features front and center. So where was one?

Let's pivot for just a moment here.

The publisher is Random house, which does have a catalogue of queer and poc writing. With how much shit these two groups experience in publishing, you'd expect there to maybe be extra support or something, at least when it comes to putting the metaphorical foot in your mouth after stepping on a figurative controversy landmine.

Why the fuck did they let any of that slide, and only NOW doing damage control? Did they think that Oh the author's Chinese, why bother? There are several parts that hit you during reading, and this should have been caught, and either been removed or edited to not turn into a complete pitfall. Don't make me mention the advertising.

I've literally never met a person who knew everything of their own ancestral history, or was completely accurate in what they knew. Even people who've lived through history don't know everything. Why do people believe that immigrants do? Speaking from personal experience as well.

I personally don't even think it's bad she wanted to write about that, and did it for her family.

But wasn't there a moment they went: Ok... wait. We respect you wanna write this, but... this could really end badly because of the actual historical weight. How about we have a few history and sensitivity readers check it over? Maybe the act of human experimentation of your own people shouldn't be put in a scenario where the FMC immediately after thinks about wanting to kiss the lips of the green eyed guy ordering said experimentation. Maybe it isn't going to work that well if you already told people that this is based on the real historical slaughter of humans in the 1930-40's?

Where was the editor in this? The sensitivity reader? Was there no one who said, ok wait stop. Is this written in a way that doesn't completely crash the car?

I just wanna take the publisher and shake them. I want to shake them and tell them that nobody's infallible, and that yes, even writing about your own history, culture and ancestry can end up with a lot of bullshit when you don't know better. What's the point of a publisher if they help you when it's too late to fix it? Ancestral history also doesn't mean you have free reign, and everyone else, your people included, shouldn't get an opinion. This isn't someone writing a name wrong by a letter, or accidentally writing the wrong dish as the national dish of a country. Where the fuck was the publisher in all this? Especially for a debut author!!!

God, fuck publishers for real.

--

I'm not really up on what's going on behind the scenes at big publishers these days, but I have the impression that one of their tactics in recent decades is just to find a lot of very youthful debut authors who will feel aspirational for the target audience (while also inciting a lot of jealousy, naturally), do very minimal editing of their manuscripts, and let anybody who doesn't hit it out of the park on the first try disappear into obscurity.

[introverted-ghost]

Hello, hyd? :)) (tw for long ask below. Feel free to ignore)

Could you help me w something, pretty please?

I need to do an informative speech for college about an "interesting" topic. So I made a list of topics and now am asking my friends what topic/s they like the most/think are the most interesting. I was hoping you could take a look and give me your opinion (no pressure tho, if you don't wanna/are bussy, whatever, it's totally okay.) Here's my list:

1. Agnes Sorel. She was King Charles VII of France mistress in the XV century. She saved France's economy and prevent a British invasion all by herself. She was so cool some painters from the time used to portray her as Virgin Mary.

2. Dance plagues.

3. Gorbals' vampire hunt. In 1954 all the children from a town in Scotland were so convinced there was a vampire killing people, that at night hundreds of them went out with axes and knives looking for the monster.

4. What would happened if the sun disappeared/what would happened if the moon disappeared.

5. Why do people like to be scared (horror movies, ghost stories, roller-coasters, extreme sports...) (like. the scientific reason.)

6. The case of a woman who went to the hospital because she had "lost her body." She could see, and feel, and move her whole body, but she felt like the left side of her body wasn't hers, as if there was a void in there. This happened after she had a brain surgery to remove a tumor.

7. Missing 411 phenomenon. I really don't know if it is like a well-known topic in North America. Here in the south almost nobody knows about it, so I think it would be cool to explain how weird all these missing cases are and how non of them has ever been solved.

In case you actually read all this, thank you v much :) have an amazing day.

(I heard about all these stories a long time ago, I could be giving some incorrect information lmao.)

FUCK MY CULMINATING IM GONNA GIVE MY INPUT

1. Wow she does sound really cool. From the information provided and what I remember from 5th grade French history agnès sorel would be pretty cool to write about

2. This is the one I know the most about out of those you’ve listed. The dancing plagues were so weird and I think it would be really interesting to write about

3. After brief research this also sounds super cool. Especially since it happened so recently and it would be so interesting to research further

4. I don’t know about this one since it’s pretty obvious what would happen. Like since we’ve seen the outcome of what happens when sun-like stars have died before. Don’t get me wrong it’s super cool I just don’t know if people would want to continue paying attention to it as much if they already knew what would happen (same with moon scenario) but they’re still really cool and interesting which is what you’re looking for

5. Once again this one is just kinda obvious as an answer. Like it triggers the brain to release dopamine and Idrk how you could expand on that. Though if you could it’d be interesting

6. I have literally never heard of this before. All the other ones I knew a bit about but I’ve never heard this before and it sounds pretty cool

7. Yeah we don’t hear much about this in Canada since it was a us thing. But I do think it’s kinda cool since they all went missing in parks right? And like their cases didn’t get solved etc. pretty neat if you ask me

This probably wasnt the answer you were looking for and I also answered this like 2hours post sending so sorry for that. And you’re never bothering me dw man I’d love to see the speech you come up with. Anyways now I’m gonna work on my stuff and listen to some guy on youtube talk about journey to the west

I hope you have a wonderful evening and best wishes to you for your speech

[rattyoakenbitch]

❝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠❞ ─ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦

after all this time, i start asking why i'm staying

were you ever mine?

are we something that's worth saving?

❥ content ; gn reader, eventual fluff, angst, happy ending

❥ warnings ; cursing, themes of cheating

❥ synopsis ; you're will's s/o. when he comes home from work, you can tell he's off. what you didn't expect was him to kick you out.

❥ a/n ; none!

"Will?"

You call out after hearing the front door to your house open and shut. When you don't get a response, you get up from your laying position on the couch and approach the front door.

There, Will stood. His back was turned to you as he hung up his coat, and although you could not see his face, you could immediately tell he was off. Even the energy around him felt dark and tense.

"Oh, hey, hun.." You said anxiously, trying not to set him off in any way.

Will didn't react to your voice. Instead, he backed away from the clothing rack and walked past you, not even bothering to spare you a look. This wasn't the first time Will acted out like this, especially considering he was exhausted all the time from the work Crawford gave him. But he would at least greet you soon as he walked through the door, not flat out treat you as if you didn't exist.

"Will," you sighed dejectedly, more to yourself than to your boyfriend. You quietly followed him upstairs to the master bedroom, where he began to strip off his work clothes, changing into something more comfortable. Still, he ignored your presence. You had to make another move.

You slowly approached him from behind, placing your hands on his shoulders. You were immediately taken back when he forcefully removed himself from your touch and walked away to another corner of the room.

"Will, I just-"

"What?" he scoffed mockingly, "You just want to help?"

"You're my boyfriend, Will, of course I want to!"

He laughed.

"It certainly doesn't help when you breathe down my neck every fucking minute."

Tears pricked in your eyes, Will's vicious tone scaring you. You searched Will's own eyes, trying to find any trace of remorse or regret. He had none. You didn't even know who you were looking at.

"What are you talking about, Will? When you want space, I give you space. When you want love, I give you love! What more do you want from me?"

"I want you to leave."

And then it was quiet for a moment. You both stood there silently, feet away from each other, eyes burning holes into the others.

"..What?" You stared in disbelief. "Wh- What are you saying right now, Will?"

"I want you to leave. I want you gone, Y/N. I don't need you anymore."

"No," you bit your quivering lips, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. Will averted his stare from your crying form, the floor suddenly becoming more interesting.

"No, you're lying. You're just saying that. You can fool everyone else, but you can't fool me."

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Lies. "It's best if you just leave."

You choked on a sob. "What?! Where is this coming from all of a sudden? We were okay just the other day!"

Will remained silent, still not daring to make eye contact with you.

"Is there someone else?"

"I- No, Y/N. I don't owe you an explanation."

"So this is it, then? You're just gonna kick me out?"

"Please, Y/N. Don't make this harder than it already is."

"This is hard for you?! You're not the one getting kicked out!"

Will sighed, somehow managing to remain calm while you screamed at him.

"I'm sorry." And the conversation ended there.

You began to pack your bags. You also phoned a friend, asking them if you could crash for a bit until you had a stable job and a home. You were not about to sleep on the sofa tonight.

You opened and slammed drawers, taking your anger out on furniture as you took your belongings with you. You also did it to spite Will, who attempted to get some sleep. But he did not complain. He continued to act as if you didn't exist.

It made you wonder. Where did it all go wrong? How long has he thought about leaving you? Was there another person?

Will wouldn't answer your questions. At this point, you didn't wanna know.

You were able to finish packing up within an hour. Will was still wide awake during that time, listening closely to the angry banging of furniture, quiet sniffles and shaky inhales as you tried the best you could to keep your composure.

You loaded all your bags into your car, getting ready to head to your friend's place. You went back inside to get a couple more things and look around the house a final time. You stopped by the front door as you were about to leave, your eyes landing on a picture on the windowsill of you and Will. Your already tired, red eyes welled with tears again. You opened up the frame, sliding the picture out and folding it into your pocket. Not like Will would want it in his house anyway.

And so you left.

You didn't say your goodbyes. You just left.

A week had gone by. Will carried on with his job as usual, attended his therapy sessions, but he never once mentioned you. Not a lot of people knew about you and Will's relationship, or what was once a relationship. Since his coworkers already knew so much, or what Will deemed to be enough information about him, he wanted to keep your relationship secret. Not that you minded.

The only person who knew of your relationship was Alana Bloom and Jack Crawford, but even when it ended, he didn't tell them anything. He didn't tell them how guilty he felt the night he kicked you out. He didn't tell them he still had nightmares about you being harmed. He didn't tell them how he was the one harming you in his nightmares. He didn't tell them how empty he felt when you blocked his number and social medias (ok sorry but like little headcanon here?? will has an instagram and it's just pictures of him fishing / or of his dogs fnsmdnskdjsk).

He never told them how he tried not to stay in his house as often, because it reminded him of you.

He was definitely acting strange at work. It was easy to tell. Even Bev pulled him aside to inquire about his health. But he continued to keep his mouth shut, until he couldn't.

Will rushed to the front door when he heard little taps on the metal screen. Secretly, he hoped it would be you. But when he opened it, there stood Alana Bloom. Will always thought Alana was beautiful. But how could anyone disagree?

Her long, dark waves that framed her perfect, slim face were never unchecked and unkempt. Makeup or none, preppy work uniforms or pajamas, she always seemed to look her best.

You even found yourself feeling small and insecure when Will invited her over for you to meet. But he assured you that she could never even compare to you. You believed it.

Alana's thin lips curled up into a soft smile. "Will. Can I come in?"

"Y-Yeah, sure." He let her in and she walked through the front door for the first time in forever.

"Jeez," she chuckled. "How long as it been?"

"Maybe too long," Will simply replied.

Alana walked around the house, scanning every detail while Will patiently trailed behind her. The dogs were playing outside, so it was just the two of them.

"Why did you decide to come over today?"

"I've been worried about you." She turned around to face Will, who stopped a few feet in front of her. "But now that I'm here in your house, I can see why you've been acting off."

"What's your diagnosis, Doctor?" Will joked, an attempt at lightening the tense air.

"Y/N. They left, haven't they?"

There it is.

Technically, Alana wasn't wrong. You did leave, but Will never clarified in what circumstance.

Will looked at the ground.

"Yeah.. Took all the photos too."

"Hey," Alana began, her finger resting under Will's chin, prompting him to look up at her. "You don't have to hide from me."

A week had gone by. A long, lonely, miserable week. You crashed at your friend's for two nights before your parents invited you to live with them while you worked on getting back on your feet. They didn't live too far, so you thanked your friend for their hospitality and moved in with your parents.

As you finished unpacking your stuff, you realized you were missing some things. You cursed at the realization you would probably have to pick up some stuff from Will's.

You still had the key, so you would have no problem getting in, unless he had the lock changed of course. You were only worried about running into him.

What the hell?

You got dressed. You didn't wear anything fancy, but in case you ran into Will, you felt obligated to look presentable and show him that you could still make it without him. You decided on doing a bit of makeup. Again, nothing fancy. Just enough to conceal the dark circles under your eyes and make your features pop.

And then you headed on the dreadful drive to Will's place.

When you got there, you were too nervous and too focused on making the trip quick to even notice Alana's car in his driveway.

However, what did catch your attention, were the many dogs Will owned. They ran up to you as soon as they recognized you. They panted as they jumped and wagged their tails, expressing their happiness the most they could. You tried your best to pet them all, your mouth lifting up into a smile. You didn't realize it but you really missed the dogs.

You dug around for the key in your pocket and pulled it out, quietly unlocking the front door and letting yourself in.

"You don't have the hide from me.."

Your eyebrows furrowed together at the sound of a female voice.

When you walked into the living room, you were horrified to see Will with another woman. Alana.

Their lips were locked, engaging in a passionate kiss, not even noticing your presence. You felt sick as you put the pieces together.

"Now I know why you kicked me out," you whispered, half to yourself and half to Will, who almost about pushed Alana off him at the sound of your voice.

Both their cheeks heated up in embarrassment when their eyes fell on you.

"Y/N! I'm so sorry, I thought-"

"Look, I only came to pick up some stuff. Then I'll be out of your way." You didn't once look away from Will, deciding to totally disregard Alana's presence and apologetic mutters.

With that, you rushed out of the living room and into your bedroom, searching under the bed and in the closet for your missing items.

You heard faint talking from the living room but tuned out most of it, deciding it wasn't worth your time or even your business in the first place. Then you heard the front door shut and a car start from outside.

Before you could process what might've happened, you heard Will's footsteps stop outside the bedroom.

"Y/N, we should talk."

"No, we shouldn't."

"You blocked my number."

"What good would it do if I kept it?"

"Please, hear me out."

Disgruntled, you turned to face Will, sending a cold glare his way.

"Look, unless you found a way to make a time machine and give me back the time I wasted on you, I don't want to speak with you."

"Why won't you just listen to me?!" he snapped.

You scoffed, "Well surprise, douchebag, I have feelings and you hurt them!"

"Well, I'm sorry, alright?" he calmed down now.

"Are you? Really?" You shook your head. "A sorry won't fix this, Will. Not after what you did. Gods- I can't even look at you right now."

You laughed. "You know what fucking sucks? After all you did, after the cheating and the lies, I'm still in love with you."

Will teared up. "I was never with Alana, Y/N. It's always been you."

"Then, why, Will? Why did you throw me out so coldly like that?"

"I began to have dreams, Y/N. Nightmares," Will admitted, his voice beginning to break. "Nightmares about people hurting you. Criminals. It was too real. As much as I loved- As much as I love you, I never wanted you to choose me. I don't want people using you as a weapon against me. To hurt me."

You slowly walked towards Will, stopping a foot away from him. You looked up into his glossy bambi eyes as he spoke.

"It was when the nightmares got worse, when I was the one hurting you, that I realized you weren't safe with me."

You cried. "Oh, Will. I wish you had told me."

"I couldn't. I didn't want you to remember me that way."

You laughed. "Well, I ended up remembering you as the asshole who kicked me out, instead."

Will managed to give you a smile through his tears.

He brought his hand to your shoulder, and gently lead it up your neck to the side of your face, cupping it lightly and brushing his thumb across your cheek.

"I would never hurt you, Y/N."

"I know. I know, Will. You aren't a monster for having nightmares you can't control." You brought your own hand up and placed it against Will's, leaning into his warm touch. "I'm still here. I'm alive. In your hands. And I feel safe with you."

Almost hesitantly, Will leaned in, connecting his lips to yours. His body felt tense, but when you kissed him back, you felt his worries disappear into the air.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

"Stay with me tonight?"

[pocfansmatter]

Okay I said before I was going to get more in depth with blood quantum eventually so now is as better time than any I guess. Mind you I'm speaking as a Native American meaning an Indigenous person from America. Specifically from 2 southern California tribes. I cannot speak for all Native or Indigenous people. I can only speak for myself, I can’t even speak for my tribe. However most Natives tend to have the same view when it comes to the blood quantum debate. From this point on blood quantum will be shortened to BQ & Native American to Native(s).

Originally this was gonna be a reply to another comment but decided to make it it's own post so I don't associate my blog with that anti Indigenous one. Please try to read the whole post before clicking the articles. I screenshotted the main parts to keep the discussion going. Feel free to click on all the articles because they are good & most of them are from Native run news websites.

I was gonna do this with a read more tag but my laptop doesn't want to work. I'm literally getting anyther one on Thanksgiving but my old one doesn't cooperate sorry so y'all are gonna get a long post. 😕

So let's start with the basics. What is blood quantum?

"Blood quantum laws or Indian blood laws are laws in the United States and the former Thirteen colonies that define Native American identity by percentages of ancestry. ... For instance, a person who has one parent who is a full-blood Native American and one who has no Native ancestry has a blood quantum of 1/2."

In case that was confusing if one person is "full blood native" they are considered 4/4. Meaning they have no relatives who are of any other race or ethnicity. If the "full blood native" has a child with a non Native person the child would have a BQ of 1/2 Native blood. If that child has a child with a non Native that child will be considered 1/4. This will continue to get lower & lower unless the child has a baby with another Native. Then the BQ raises or stays the same depending on the other parents BQ.

Now that the definition is out of the way lets get into the issue with this.

This is a good article that narrowed down an issue with Pharrell wearing a headdress. I wanna focus on one part of the article though.

"... deeply connected to their Native culture & live it every day."

"Having Native American ancestors doesn't get you off the hook if you don't bother to do the homework."

So I mentioned before that a lot of Natives don't consider BQ as a proper way of measuring your culture. Being Native isn't something you can pull out when it's convenient like for a photoshoot. Its every single day. It's in the words we speak, in the clothes we wear & in the food we cook. Same as any other culture.

Asian people don't wake up not Asian. Black people don't wake up not Black.

So why is do some people pull out the Native card when it is convenient? Like Pharrell did or Elizabeth Warren claims.

This article sums it up well but I wanna focus on the last 2 paragraphs.

Link to the full article:

There's similarities in both articles by 2 different Native authors from 2 different news websites.

They both speak about connections to our culture. A DNA test cannot measure ones Indigenous Ancestry because being Indigenous is much more than something in your blood.

I made a post asking some questions that might help understand if one is Indigenous or not. Now I'm not saying these are all the questions nor that I'm the expert on this. These are just STARTER questions to help people understand what it means to be Native.

Does the tribe you claim, claim you?

Have you been to the reservation?

Do you participate in the community?

Have you met your family from the tribe?

Do you know your history, traditions, anything about the tribe you claim?

The big one is are you claimed. You cannot claim a tribe that doesn't claim you. Now I'm not saying the entirety of the tribe has to know you personally. I'm not even saying you have to stand in front of the tribal council & ask them if they claim you. A claim can be made as little as just your family saying "this person is one of us".

The reason I bring this up is because multiple tribes have in the past & continue the practice of "adopting" a person into their tribe. There's many examples of this. Some can be adopted because they married into a tribe. Non Natives & Natives of other tribes alike have been adopted into tribes. There can be legal adoptions like adopting a child. And countless other examples.

A lot of the time biologically those members aren't apart of the tribe & cannot be enrolled but are still viewed as a member by the community.

For personal example, my sister has been adopted by my tribe. She's actually an enrolled member from another tribe & technically my cousin but was taking away by CPS & my family took her in. She grew up & still lives on my reservation. She is from another reservation. Although her tribe still claims her as a member my tribe also does. People in my community know her as a member of my family & have grown up with her. She knows many of our traditions & practices some ceremonies with us that are specific to my tribe. No one in our tribe has expressed any issue with this so far & even if they did they would have a stern talking to. We are even in the process of organizing her to be buried on our tribal land instead of hers. Her choice & we are okay with it.

Now I want to point out another way people can be considered Native even if they aren't enrolled or cannot answer those questions properly.

Let's look at something called "reconnecting Natives".

What is a reconnecting Native?

A reconnecting Native is someone of Native Ancestry who for whatever reason has been removed from their culture, family, reservation, etc so they do not know them & are actively trying to learn those things so they can reclaim their Native roots.

So, how does this happen? This is actually a very common issue in the community.

One of the main ways a Native might become disconnected is through the process of Residential Schools or Indian Boarding Schools. What is that? Here's a snippet of an article to help explain.

Of course here is the link:

The official motto of these schools was "kill the Indian, save the man” and if you think it sounds awful I promise you, it was much worse than you could imagine.

There's a movie on Netflix called Indian Horse which I have not watched yet but is based off a novel by an Indigenous author that looks at these Boarding Schools if you wish to check that out.

The goals of these schools were to strip Indigenous children of their culture. They were beaten, starved, punished of things as simple as speaking in their languages. A lot of them didn't even speak English. It was illegal to keep your kids from this school & often times tribal children went to these schools and never returned to their family. Natives who attended these schools or are children of children who attended these schools more often than not stop practicing their culture or forget it. In that way they become "disconnected".

Those members can if chosen too began the process of reconnecting.

I found this really good article going a little more in depth on the do's & don't's of reconnecting.

But here's a screenshot of important parts.

Granted this is a long process. Lifelong. Every journey to reconnect is difficult & very different from others. It depends on your tribe & community. Some of them make it easier & some make it harder. It's up to the individual to put in the work.

Now I don't want to make it like being a connected Native is easy. Yes it's easier but connected Natives also put in work to live their culture everyday.

Now what does this have to do with blood quantum? As you can see none of these articles about being Native or even a reconnecting Native mention blood quantum or DNA being a requirement.

If one is Japanese & someone asks "how are you Japanese?" What would the answer be?

"Because I just am. Because my parents are Japanese."

If someone is white & has kids those kids are white, correct?

So if it's so easy to explain for other cultures why does mine require math? Why are some of my family members not enrolled members despite having Native parents & growing up on the reservation? Why do my people have to actively think about the DNA results of our children if we choose to have them?

Because of BQ. Its a tool created by colonizers that are forced upon us. If we do not abide by the rules & requirements the government sets in place we run the very big risk of

Losing our status of a Native American tribe.

Losing our land & land rights.

Losing funding from the federal government.

Losing our housing.

Losing Healthcare.

Losing our basic citizenship rights.

The thing about BQ is it's designed so that we fail. If we fail to keep a certain amount of enrolled tribal members in a tribe then the government can break treaties & take away our land & things that are rightfully ours.

BQ is a lose/lose situation all around for us as well as extremely racist.

Because of the BQ requirements Natives actively worry about who they have children with. Some don't date outside of the their culture in fear of their children not being seen as legally Native. The problem here is a lot of the tribe is related. The issue of inbreeding increases. How do we solve that problem? Well we can have children with Natives of another tribe. But there's a problem here too. Most tribes do not allow what we call dual enrollment. Both of my tribes for example don't allow this. Which means one would have to pick which tribe to enroll their child. That means one of the tribes will lose out on a member. So that's another way identities are erased using BQ.

Okay I think I'm going to end this here. There is so much more I could've added. I also could've expanded on residential schools, what it means to be Indigenous, & reconnecting Natives but I wanted to keep it focused on BQ. If you have anymore questions feel free to ask or research on your own. We're still here. We aren't stuck in the 1800's. We weren't all killed by cowboys but the government is still actively trying to erase us.

[lavenderslemonade]

I have ADD and it's the contributing factor on why it's very difficult for me to fall asleep. If you don't mind, could you please write about how Shouto, Kirishima and Izuku would handle catching their s/o being up really late at night? (SFW and NSFW plzzz, I really love your unique ways in writing on both sides and a lot of the times when I read your work, you inspire me to write again!) And please, take your time okay? I love ya! 🤗🤗🥰

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Sleepless Nights: Shouto, Kirishima and Izuku HC’s

Todoroki

- He would lazily reach over and rub his hand across the spot where you had once been lying. He’d ignore it for a little while, suspecting you had went to use the bathroom. However, when you didn’t return for about ten minutes he decided to actually get up and check on you. 

- The first place he decided to check was your room. Even though it was cold out and that you liked to use him as your personal heater, he also knew that sometimes you missed sleeping in your own bed. He gently cracked the door open, surprised to see you not in bed. The next place he thought about was the living room. 

- He tried to keep his footsteps quiet, since he didn’t wont to wake up the other students. Quietly walking down the stairs his eyes finally landed on your figure. You were lying on the couch, tiredly staring at the television as the volume remained on low. 

- Todoroki would try his best to remain quiet as he walked behind the couch and gently placed his hand on your shoulder. You jumped a bit, but your body was just too tired to react. “What are you doing up? It’s nearly three in the morning.” He’d asked, hand remaining on your shoulder. 

- “I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to wake you either by tossing and turning, so I decided to come to the living room to watch tv. I thought the voices of the people would help make me fall asleep, but I don’t think it’s working.” You sighed, as you tiredly sit up.

- Todoroki would walk around the couch to sit beside you, allowing you to rest your head against him. “Why not go to your room?” He’d ask while stroking your hair. “Because my room is cold and the blankets hardly put a dent in it.” You grumbled, shifting yourself closer to Todoroki for more warmth. He’d wrap his arms around you and lay back, allowing you to rest on his chest.

- He’d start to doze off not long after his head hitting the pillow, and the same honestly went for you now that you had warmth, plus the low noise of the people talking in the background. Todoroki would wake up just a few minutes after dozing off, noticing that you’re finally asleep. Quietly he’d turn the tv off, and scoop you up into his arms to carry you off to his room to sleep.

- Even though the two of you only had a few more hours of rest left, he didn’t want the others to come down stairs to see the two of you privately snuggling. He’d honestly never hear the end of it. He’d tuck you in and gently crawl in beside you, once again allowing you to shift your head onto his chest and allowing him to doze back off with you in his arms.

Kirishima

- He had fallen asleep on the floor where the two of you had been studying. His eyes cracked open slowly, realizing that the room was now dark. He’d try his best to look around for you, but wasn’t surprised to see that you had already gotten up and most likely left. He’d clean up the books on the floor, but would be surprised that your books were still there.

- He’d make his way to your room, once again surprised you weren’t there. Thus, he made his way down to the common area. You weren’t on the couch either. He’d automatically think that you must’ve went to one of the the girls room for a sleep over or something. 

- However, now that he was down there he might as well get something to drink before bed. That’s when he saw you, and nearly scared you to death. “(y/n)?” He’d call out tiredly, causing you to jump and nearly drop the tea cup in your hand. That’s when he noticed the kettle on the stove, that had obviously just been removed. 

- “(y/n), is everything alright?” He’d ask, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around you tiredly. That’s when he noticed that dark circles under your eyes. “I can’t sleep. I’m just feeling really really stressed right now, and I haven’t been able to sleep well these past few nights.” You stated and felt tears begin to swell in your eyes.

- Kirishima would wrap his arms around you and start drawing small circles on your bed. “Why didn’t you tell me? Do you need me to run out and get you something to help you sleep after school tomorrow?” He’d offer, but you’d just shake your head. “Will you have some tea with me and let me sleep in your room tonight?” You’d ask while he wipes the tears away from your eyes. 

- Obviously he’d agree and tell you to go sit on the couch while he fixes the tea. The two of you spend a good bit of the night just talking lowly, until your body finally begins to relax. Kirishima helps by continuing to gently rub your back while keeping you in his lap and leaned against his chest. He’d put you down for a moment to go put the tea cups away, before coming back to carry you off to bed.

Izuku

- He was coming back inside from having a rather late talk with All Might, and kinda just stopped outside your door as he noticed a faint light on inside. Had you fallen asleep at your desk again? Did you accidentally leave the tv on in your room? Deciding to check, he gently cracked the door open but was surprised to see you sitting on your bed just blankly staring at the tv. 

- “(y/n), what are you doing up so late?” He’d ask, closing the door gently behind him. “I could ask the same for you. You weren’t in your room when I went by there earlier.” You stated with a small pout, and half droopy eyes. Izuku could feel his cheeks burn at your call out, though he knew you meant well. “Sorry, I was meeting with All Might.” He’d confess before walking in to sit on the edge of your bed. 

- You’d shift the blanket you had wrapped around you open, allowing your boyfriend inside. He’d continue to blush as he crawled towards you, allowing you to drape the blanket across his shoulders. “Alright, so you’ve heard my reason, so why are you up to late?” He’d ask, now causing you to blush as you had been caught being up at nearly one in the morning. 

- “I couldn’t sleep. I haven’t really been able to sleep for the past two days.” You confessed. You could feel Izuku tense beside you and his green eyes staring down at you. “Why haven’t you told me? I’m sure recovery girl could have given you something to help.” Midoriya insisted, pulling you closer into his chest. You sighed, wrapping your arms around him, and leaning into his chest. “I don’t wanna bother her. Besides, I should be fine after a while.” You’d state as your eyes began to get heavier. 

- Now that Izuku was beside you, you were honestly feeling more comfortable and relaxed. You’d guess that having a body to snuggle with beside you really helped ease your nerves and help your body relax. Izuku was a bit surprised to see you clock out so easily, but didn’t bother to move away from you. Instead he’d kick his shoes off and slip under the comforter with you, holding you close as he dozed off himself.

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Good To You

After a week of reading nothing but other people's fics, I've been here dying to write my own. I used a writing prompt on the @witterprompts blog. It's a great place for writing prompts. Hopefully you guys will enjoy.

In this fic the reader questions Ricks goodness.

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You offered to help him remove the slime which stuck to his hair and clothes, but he insisted that due to its chemical composition, you were likely to get electrocuted if you attempted to remove it by normal means. Today, Rick had become the victim to another one of the guard Rick's pranks, and instead of reporting it to his supervisors, he put up with it believing that it'll resolve itself. You, on the other hand, didn't believe it. “Rick, how are you still so reasonable towards people after they’ve been so… awful to you?”

"Why do y-you ask?"

"I'm asking because it hurts me to see this happen to you."

Going through a cardboard box, Rick pulled out a jar that appeared to have jelly but was, in fact, a neutral slime that would allow him to rinse off the original substance with a garden hose. Once the majority of the awful stuff drained away to the sewer drains, it was safe enough for you to assist him in drying off his hair, even if you did receive a few static shocks in the process. "I-It doesn't make me happy either," he started; sighing as he took a good look at his stained shoes. "but if I got upset every time s-something went wrong, I'd cause more harm t-t-to myself then they'd ever would."

Replacing the drenched towel with a new one, you handed it to him so you could assist him in removing his labcoat; it was going to take a lot more than OxiClean to get the burn marks out. "How so?"

"It wouldn't be conducive to getting my job done, and I - it would be going against everything I've worked my whole life t-t-to become; someone my mother would've been proud of."

"Was she proud of your peaceful nature?"

Dropping the towel he had used to dry off his face and arms, he shifted his body so that he could grab your hand and give it a good squeeze. "She um - she was glad I-I was nothing like my father. He…he wasn't always a-a good man."

Wrapping your arms around him, you didn't care if your clothes would be ruined by the mix of chemicals, slime, or residual electrical charge, but instead caressed the back of his head, cooing warmly. "I see. I'm sorry if I asked too much again. It seems I have a propensity to do so."

"It's okay. I-I wouldn't have told you if I didn't think you should know." he answered solemnly.

"I'm glad you're a good man Ricky. A really good man."

You felt him go rigid at that moment. You wondered if what you said had offended him in some way, but you decided to wait; he'd tell you at some point what was bothering him. It would be a few minutes before he pulled back and considered you with a guilt-stricken look. "How do y-you know?"

"How do I know? You mean, if you're a good man?"

"Mhm."

"Well, that's the thing, I don't know if what I'm about to say will make any sense, but I'll try. When it comes to you, I only know what I know. You…you have always been considerate, kind, and sincere. I doubt there's anyone who could say otherwise. Where others would consider your principles as a weakness or curse, I consider virtues and gifts in love. And while it happens that a good man doesn't always do good things," you paused, cupping his cheek to know you hadn't forgotten him. "it's all about the heart and intent behind his actions that act as a judge of character. To me, it doesn't matter who you prove to be at the end, but you have always been good to me and a person who tries and sees good in others even when everyone else is ready to persecute without cause. I think that's enough for me."

He smiled weakly at you then, soon giving way to tears as anxiety and stress eased away little by little and were replaced with relief as he gripped on to the soft fabric of your blouse. "Gosh, if anyone is good, then it's you. Y-y-your such a good person." he sniffled. "S-so good."

You would've said otherwise, but it wouldn't have improved the situation. So, you kept silent.

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"Whenever you're ready," you softened. "I'll run a bath for you so you can relax. Just let me know when."

"O-okay."

"Also, I couldn't do anything about your shoes. I think we're just going to have to get you some new ones."

"In the meantime, I guess I'll have t-to use my old pair."

"If you're referring to the ones I glued back together, then you'll be sure to find them in the blue shoebox in the back of the closet."

By now Rick was much calmer and had gotten most, if not all the stains out of his clothes and was waiting for them to dry while you brushed the dried bits of slime out of his hair. "Y-you won't leave, will you?" he asked. "I know it's getting late but I-"

"No," you interrupted. "I'll be in the house if you need me. When you're all nice and clean and have changed into your pajamas, I'll have a cup of tea ready for you."

"Gosh, y-you don't have t-to do all that. I just hoped you might consider staying long enough for dinner. I have your favorite casserole in the oven."

You couldn't believe how he could afford to be this sweet despite all the trouble he had gone through this week, let alone today, but you were determined to make sure that the rest of the day wasn't going to disappoint him. "I'd love to have dinner with you. I bet it's going to be wonderful."

"If you're tired, then it's okay if you'd rather go home. I've kept you long enough as it - as it is. I'm sorry if I've been selfish today."

Leaning down, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. It surprised both of you when you received a static shock, and he was apologetic, but you didn't care; you kissed him again, and again to remind him that he wasn't asking for too much and that it was only natural. "Don't be silly. I'm not going anywhere."

"Are y-you sure?"

"I'm sure."

And as you headed towards the door that would lead you out the garage and into the kitchen, you answered. "Ricky, I'll stay as long as you need me to because I just wanna be good to you. As you have always been with me."

Fin

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→ pairing: wonwoo x reader

♕ summary: you and wonwoo had veen friends for a while but after some unknown tension, that changes.

✱ genre/warnings: friends to lovers!au, kissing

✱ word count: 1.8k

part one / part three

"how about truth or dare?" jihoon suggested.

"what are we, eighth graders?" jeonghan complained, rolling his eyes.

"got a better idea?" jihoon snapped back.

"yeah, actually," jeonghan paused, "anything but that."

"you're just scared that someone will give you a dare that you don't wanna do." jihoon pressed at jeonghan, wanting him to give in.

he scoffed in return, "scared? no way, i just don't wanna play that dumb game."

"then suggest a better one, yoon." minghao butted in, stopping the two from fighting.

“hmm, how about spin the bottle?"

"how's that any better than truth or dare?"

"you really want to have the chance of kissing one of the guys?" you laughed at the ridiculous game that angsty teens like to play just to get with their crush at a party.

"no of course not." jeonghan turned around towards you, "i wanna get the chance of kissing you of course." he threw a wink towards your way and you feigned a puking noise.

little did you know, wonwoo was giving jeonghan a serious death stare, getting jealous.

"fine. i guess we'll play spin the bottle." jihoon agreed and got out an empty beer bottle that one of them finished earlier before.

"how about we make this more interesting?” wonwoo started.

"we're listening." jeonghan replied, leaning in.

"you have to last a minute kissing, and you can't touch the other no matter what." wonwoo told his challenge to everyone.

"oh my god."

"i don't wanna kiss one of you dicks for a minute!"

"take it or leave it. if you lose, remove a piece of clothing."

"WONWOO WHAT THE HELL?"

"alright." jeonghan piped up, "i wanna get the chance of seeing y/n naked."

"shut up." you couldn't hide the blush that began forming on your cheeks.

and wonwoo didn't like that.

jihoon leaned into the circle everyone made with their bodies and spun the bottle.

everyone's heart began to beat a bit faster as the neck of the bottle passed them until it began slowing down.

landing on wonwoo.

"fuck that. what if we don't want to kiss them??"

"then you remove two pieces of clothing." you suddenly said before thinking.

"fine with me." jihoon took both his socks off.

“oh please, kissing me isn't that bad." wonwoo only said in reply.

"to me, it is. go jeong"

jeonghan was on the right of jihoon. following the younger's actions, he leaned in and spun the bottle.

you were suddenly the most nervous out of the group. but also a bit excited. the thought of being able to kiss jeonghan wasn't something you were totally against.

"minghao!" jihoon exclaimed.

"nope." jeonghan shook his head furiously and removed his socks, mimicking jihoon's previous choice.

"this isn't going to be any fun if you all just skip your turn." you complained.

minghao was next, he stretched and spun the bottle.

"jihoon."

"will one of you fucking kiss already? this is so boring." you didn't want all of the boys to wait until they landed on you, since you were the only girl. jihoon rolled his eyes while minghao scooted over to him. "how long do we have to last?" the youngest in the group questioned.

"one minute." you said, getting your phone out to time. "ready, set..go."

after clicking the timer, the two boys leaned in, connecting their lips. no one dared to even breathe. both of them had their eyes closed, lips not moving. only a few seconds passed and jihoon pulled back slightly and went back in. they started to disconnect and reconnect their lips. minghao had moved closer to the older, the kiss getting hotter by each second. literally.

"time.." you said in a trance once the timer went off, your eyes focused on the two. they pulled away slowly, faces flushed.

jeonghan, wonwoo and you looked at the two, wondering what the fuck just happened. minghao coughed, "s-so, uh, y/n, your turn!" he quickly shuffled over to his spot next to you.

your heart began to beat a bit faster as you took your turn. watching the bottle spin around the circle of you five.

"jeonghan!"

you made eye contact with jeonghan, seeing him smirk lightly. he patted his lap, "come to daddy." your eyes widened at jeonghan's nickname for himself.

“gross. please don't say that." you mocked, but deep down that had turned you on slightly.

wonwoo stared at jeonghan, wanting to murder him. you made your way over to jeonghan hesitantly.

"ready?" jihoon used your phone for the next timer, "go."

slowly but surely, jeonghan turned his head to the right slightly and leaned in, your lips connecting.

the whole moment—the whole situation—felt unreal. his lips were soft and you could slightly taste the alcohol he had from earlier that night, slightly mixed with faint cherries. your heart began to race faster as jeonghan bit your lower lip, forgetting there was three other people watching you. jeonghan didn't care though, he was glad to finally be able to kiss you and feel you against him. he wanted more of you. he trailed his tongue on your lower lip, asking for entrance, which you allowed. he didn't waste anytime before delving his tongue into your mouth, catching yours.

you didn't know what you were doing. you were sitting in a circle, with three other guys watching you and jeonghan make out. one of them being the guy you supposedly have feelings for. so why were you kissing jeonghan? you had absolutely no idea. maybe it was the situation or the situation mixed with the alcohol still in your system. but with the movie getting your hormones and needs up, all you wanted was to kiss someone. even if it was jeonghan and sadly not wonwoo. jeonghan's hands gripped his own thighs, holding back the urge of wanting to pull you closer and run his fingers through your hair. your tongues danced in unison, making quiet sloppy noises in the dead silent room. you felt yourself getting even wetter—which, at that moment, you thought was impossible. boy, was that man good with his tongue. he kept brushing his muscle against your own, like he was in his own world with you and three other guys weren't staring the two of you down.

"time.." jihoon said, but you couldn't hear. your hearing was filled with a fuzzy buzz from the amount of euphoria running through your veins, just from jeonghan.

he couldn't take it anymore. he removed his hands from his thighs and pulled you closer to him. you decided to break the rule yourself and make a mess of his hair between your fingers. you pulled on his hair slightly making him moan into your mouth.

"time!" jihoon repeated, obvious you two didn't quite hear him the first time.

wonwoo was beyond furious. he couldn't believe that the mouth he has been wanting to feel on his own for so long was mouth fucking with another guy. and it wasn't him. he clenched his jaw, seeing jeonghan's hands move all around your back. his hand traveled lower and lower-

"HE SAID 'TIME!' GODDAMN IT."

the room fell silent. you and jeonghan stopped what you were doing and pulled away from the other, a trail of saliva connecting your lower lips. your cheeks turned a bright pink, a wave of heat engulfing your entire body. jeonghan smirked as he watched you get up and head back to your spot next to minghao. he licked his lips while seeing you so bothered by the kiss between you two. wonwoo sat back down, too angry to even look in your way. but the thought poked at the back of his mind, why should he be mad at you?

"i-i think we should uhm, s-stop here.." minghao said in a quiet voice, afraid of wonwoo and his outburst.

"agreed.." jihoon chimed in lightly.

suddenly, there were loud footsteps and a shirtless seungcheol entering the living room. "the fuck's going on??" he must've heard wonwoo's yelling.

"n-nothing.." minghao stuttered.

the oldest saw the bottle in the middle of the room. "are you 14 year olds seriously playing spin the fucking bottle?"

jeonghan nodded, smiling innocently.

"and you little shits didn't even bother to invite me?"

"we didn't want to interrupt your," jihoon paused for dramatic effect and raised his fingers, "nap." using air quotes.

"shut up, jihoon." he ran his fingers through his damp hair. "anyways, why the hell did wonwoo yell?"

minghao laughed slightly, making everyone look back at him.

"what's so funny, hao?" wonwoo asked, not laughing nor smiling.

"n-nothing. nothing's funny, wonwoo."

you mentally face palmed yourself. you totally forgot you basically confessed your feelings about wonwoo to minghao.

there was an awkward silence that quickly filled the room.

"s-so, should we watch another movie?" minghao suggested, trying to change the subject and fill the quiet room.

"you guys can, i'm actually gonna head to bed." jihoon said, getting up.

"and you plan on going home to sleep?" seungcheol stood in front of jihoon, blocking him from going up the stairs.

"cheol, you literally have like four guest bedrooms." the smaller one complained and rolled his eyes. "now, move.”

seungcheol ended up moving and eventually, everyone went to bed. or at least to seungcheol's guest bedrooms.

you couldn't help but think back to the steamy kiss you had with jeonghan. you didn't know that such a pretty boy could be so rough and needy. especially with someone like you. you couldn't sleep. you couldn't get jeonghan, nor wonwoo off your mind. you felt like you had cheated on wonwoo with jeonghan. even though you two weren't even together. hell, you still didn't even know if he felt the same way about you. with an exhausted and tired sigh, you twisted and turned in the bed that seungcheol had offered you. you didn't feel like going back home. the room was pitch black, whole house silent. probably because everyone was asleep considering it was almost 2 am already. you turned on your back and stared up into the darkness.

little did you know though, wonwoo was awake as well, not being able to get you off of his mind.

he was so unbelievably angry at what you and jeonghan had done right in front of him. he felt betrayed, not only by the girl who he wants to give his everything to, but by his own best friend as well. jeonghan knew—or at least had a feeling—that wonwoo liked you and for some reason, making him jealous by having his tongue in your mouth right in front of him, gave him a sort of power over him. he didn't know why or what it was about you that made him get a feeling that wonwoo gets as well. but wonwoo wasn't going to let jeonghan try to take you away from him.

hell no.

over his dead body.

a/n: THIS IS VERY SHORT IM SORRY BUT THERES SMUT IN THE NEXT PART GET READY YALL